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I gaze long, the heavenly semicircle torch,
A basket basking in pure luminescence
Cradeling innocence and starlit heights.
Nature sends it to my window on some fortunate nights,
Feeble winds carrying the incandescent muslin,
Dressing all wounds, new and old, alike.
How beautiful is its personified persona !
Like different dimensions of the varying human mind,
It is sometimes the round ornate mirror,
Reflecting only for the most enchanting daughters of the sun.
But also on some other, like a mourning widow,
She veils her ethereal glow under sequined darkness.
And just as the soul remains the same,
Despite the changing weathers of the mood,
The moon shines the same.
Same to anyone on the ground and above.
So the moon I see tonight,
Shall be the same to all those, who are miles away.
Perhaps it is nature intentionally sewing us all together
With her silver threads of moonlight.
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Cottage Chronicles
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